Worn to Everlasting


It exemplifies depression as a whole;
an old man digging his own hole.
Made youthful by the wretched deed,
body covered in dirt- heart pierced to bleed-
he sits in silence among his fallen brethren,
hand cupped over his tattered chevron,
eyes averted to the decaying ground,
his hopes for the heavens lost not found-
He has no desire for a peaceful rest,
for God put his faith to a willful test:
So the old man now made young,
was sadly made undone.

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There's not much I can say about this piece, excluding that I've re-uploaded it from a previous account of mine. As much as I wish I could tell you a story about the man this poem is about, I leave it up to you to take his small character, to put a face to him, and run with it~